[Lu Hua] Son, you lost a chicken

When the little monk finally stood up, his face was already disfigured, blood, dust and tears that flowed out of nowhere were all mixed together, looking a little scary and a little bit bitter.

The little monk looked no more than a teenager, the contours of his face were soft, and there was still a little baby fat that hadn't faded away.The edges and corners of an adult have not yet grown, that is, a half-grown child.Liu Yang really couldn't bear to see such a child with blood on his face, she tugged on Gu Yingqing's sleeve, looked at Gu Yingqing helplessly, and hoped that Gu Yingqing could help the little monk.

Gu Yingqing naturally understood what Liu Yang meant, she went back to the carriage and took down her package, took out the wound medicine and clean gauze from it, and prepared to bandage the little monk.

The little monk looked terrified, wiped the blood on his face with his sleeve, and stammered, "No, it doesn't matter."

Gu Yingqing has never had a good face and patience with anyone except Liu Yang, even if the other party is a half-grown child, he is out of kindness, no exception.

Glancing at the little monk coldly, Gu Yingqing frightened the little monk so much that he didn't dare to move any more, standing there at a loss what to do.

Liu Yang smiled and took out the candy from his sleeve and handed it to the little monk, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, let this big sister treat your wound, it won't take long."

The little monk wanted to say "no", and wanted to tell Lu Xiaofeng what happened to the White Horse Temple first.But Gu Yingqing looked at the little monk coldly, so the little monk was so frightened that he didn't say a word, and he didn't take the candy from Liu Yang.

Liu Yang directly stuffed the sugar into the little monk's mouth, then beckoned to Gu Yingqing, "Yingqing, quickly treat the child's wound."

The little monk was still there in a daze, the sweetness of the candy exploded on the tip of his tongue, and gradually spread to his limbs, bringing some different colors to his cold and shivering soul, which was in constant panic.

Gu Yingqing's nonsense has never been very small, and she usually does it directly.Her hands and feet were quick, and while the little monk was still savoring the taste of candy, Gu Yingqing had already treated his wound.

With one voice, Lu Xiaofeng called the little monk's soul that had flown nine days away back to the world, and he called the little monk, "Monk, are you alright?"

The honest monk thought he was calling him, and said blankly, "I'm fine."

"I didn't ask you, I just pretended to be affectionate." Lu Xiaofeng said helplessly, "I asked this little monk."

"Oh." The honest monk stopped talking again.

The honest monk is thinking about something.

This place is really suspicious, the huge White Horse Temple has been abandoned so far, only a young monk with no full hair is left guarding here, and this young monk kowtows desperately when he sees Lu Xiaofeng.

too weird.

Based on the idea that the monks in the world belong to one family, the honest monk is still very curious about what happened in the White Horse Temple.At the beginning of the year, it was just an ordinary temple with a lot of incense.

Lu Xiaofeng had already opened his mouth, he asked a young monk, "Why are you here alone? Also, why do you kowtow when you see me?"

Sobbing, the little monk took out a crumpled letter from his pocket and handed it to Lu Xiaofeng, saying: "Master, they were all taken away. They left Shixiang here, saying that they have four eyebrows. The person who came back here asked me to give him the letter, his name is Lu Xiaofeng."

It turned out that this little monk was called Shi Xiang.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't comment on the little monk's remarks, but just took the letter and opened it to read.

Letters are ordinary letters, letter paper, envelopes, and ink are all high-end goods that can be seen everywhere on the roadside. The only thing that is extraordinary is the handwriting of the writer.

Written in cursive script, let it run freely, wild and uninhibited.Lu Xiaofeng knew it was a good handwriting at a glance, but he also had some headaches.

What exactly gave the person who wrote the letter the illusion that he could recognize cursive script?

That's right, Lu Xiaofeng could hardly recognize a single word of something like cursive script.

As if seeing Lu Xiaofeng's confusion, Gu Yingqing reached out and took out the letter from Lu Xiaofeng's hand.

Lu Xiaofeng was surprised, not knowing what Gu Yingqing was going for.

Liu Yang explained to Lu Xiaofeng with a smile: "Yingqing likes calligraphy quite a bit, let her read this, she thinks that the characters are well written."

Liu Yang gave Lu Xiaofeng face and didn't say in front of everyone that Gu Yingqing was planning to help Lu Xiaofeng read and write.

Lu Xiaofeng laughed awkwardly.

After reading the letter at a glance, Gu Yingqing stuffed it back into Lu Xiaofeng's hand, and recited the contents casually: "Please come to the garden for a visit and enjoy the lotus at night. With your elegance, you will definitely live up to my heart. White Horse Temple The scenery is very beautiful. You can also enjoy it."

Lu Xiaofeng: ...

Can't this man speak well?

After Huamanlou finished listening, he only said one sentence: "Retire from the garden, and we are in the south of the Yangtze River again."

Upon hearing Hua Manlou's words, Sikong Zhaixing immediately began to jump: "We just ran from Jiangnan to Luoyang, and now we are going to Jiangnan again, aren't we just playing around?"

Lu Xiaofeng also had some headaches.

Gu Yingqing took a cool look at Sikong Zhaixing who was in a panic, and then said coolly to Sikong Zhaixing: "The letter also tells us to go to the White Horse Temple."

"Yes." Sikong Zhaixing slapped his forehead, looked at the little monk just now, and planned to ask the little monk about the White Horse Temple.

Unexpectedly, the little monk who was standing there quietly just now suddenly spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and his whole body fell limply to the ground as if his bones had been pulled out.

Gu Yingqing strode forward to grab the young monk's pulse, and secretly said badly.

Already out of breath.

This half-grown child died before he had time to grow up.The sugar in his mouth hadn't completely melted, and mixed with the black blood in his mouth, that bit of sweetness became the last taste of his life.

Sugar is sweet, really sweet.The little monk Shixiang felt that he was lucky enough, that at the end of his humble life, he could still taste a little sweetness, and there were still people who were willing to treat him tenderly.

He is very satisfied.

It's just a pity that he hasn't finished eating this candy yet.

In the next life, I hope that in the next life he can have a lot of candy to eat, and I also hope that in the next life he can have a sweet mood like candy even if he doesn't eat candy, and I hope that in the next life, someone will always treat him so tenderly.

With so many ideas, isn't he too greedy?

Maybe.

The light in the little monk Shi Xiang's eyes gradually faded, and his body gradually became cold.

Let's talk about the things in the next life in the next life.soon.

Shi Xiang's death was too hasty.Lu Xiaofeng and the others are people who are used to life and death, and they can only sigh.

It was too late to feel sad for Shi Xiang's death, when Hua Manlou heard that the leaves moved.A few leaves made a rustling sound, as if announcing the arrival or departure of someone.

Hua Manlou chased towards the direction of the sound, but it was already too late.Only the wind was blowing over Huamanlou's face, but that person was no where to be seen.

"Qitong, forget it." Lu Xiaofeng said.

Hua Manlou knew that there was no hope of catching up with that man again, so he returned to the gate of the White Horse Temple without saying a word.

The body of the little monk Shixiang was still on the ground, Gu Yingqing didn't say anything, but her brows were tightly furrowed.

Liu Yang silently patted Gu Yingqing's shoulder.

It took a long time before Gu Yingqing said a word: "I should have found out that he was poisoned."

Hua Manlou comforted Gu Yingqing and said: "There are so many strange poisons in the world, and there are some if you don't notice them for a while. Buddhism pays attention to the cycle of cause and effect, and maybe Shi Xiang's next life will be safe and smooth."

"I don't believe it." Gu Yingqing said briefly and forcefully.

Hua Manlou could only smile helplessly, he didn't know what to do.

Life and death are fate, and the honest monk has already recited the "Ksitigarbha Sutra" for the young monk Shixiang, hoping that Shixiang can be liberated.

Within a few days, this was the honest monk reading the Ksitigarbha Sutra for the second person.

Lu Xiaofeng's expression was not very good either.

This was already the second person he had seen Luohuilou kill because of him and Huamanlou.There are also Liu Pei, Qian Jiu and Wu Ku, whose life and death are uncertain.

I didn't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me.

Lu Xiaofeng didn't know how he should look at this matter.

In a daze, he heard Hua Manlou say to him: "Fenghuang, you are also a victim. In this matter, you have never harmed anyone. All we can do is to find out the truth behind it. Stop them before Lou does more insane things. We are not saviors, we can’t save everyone, so let’s do our best.”

That's right, Lu Xiaofeng thought, in this matter, he is also a victim.But so what?Anyway, among these dead people——Li Fu, and the young monk, which one of them was not innocent than himself?

The little monk Shixiang kowtowed to him so many times just now, could it be a signal for help?

Lu Xiaofeng couldn't think of a reason.

Shi Xiang is dead, and no matter what he thinks, no one will ever know.

The honest monk was still chanting scriptures silently at the side, and Lu Xiaofeng became even more disturbed when he heard the buzzing voice.

Seeing the dull atmosphere around, Sikong Zhaixing volunteered and said: "I'll go buy a coffin and come back."

Just as Sikong Zhaixing was about to leave, Lu Xiaofeng stopped him: "Come back!"

Sikong Zhaixing said angrily, "You Lu Xiaoji, what are you doing?"

Lu Xiaofeng's tone was not very good, he said: "You think you're dead, don't you? I don't want to go to some city gate and pick you off."

Sikong Zhaixing thinks about it too, he hasn't lived enough yet, it's not worthwhile to be hung up like a wind chicken.

Lu Xiaofeng said again: "Let's go, you carry the little monk's body. Let's go to the city to find a coffin shop owner and give him some money so that he can bury it for us. Then find an inn to sleep for one night, and get up tomorrow to visit Explore the White Horse Temple."

Sikong Zhaixing said indignantly: "Why is it me again?"

Before Lu Xiaofeng could answer Sikong Zhaixing's words, the honest monk had already picked up the young monk Shixiang who was on the ground.

We are all monks, there is fate, he should give the little monk a ride.

The group set off again like this, and everyone was silent along the way.

What Luohuilou did was too much, Lu Xiaofeng thought, how could Shaman get mixed up with such a group of people.

Because Lu Xiaofeng doesn't understand that anyone can become vicious, as long as he has tried what is called jealousy.

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Note:

1. The retiring of the park was randomly planned by me. Any similarity is purely coincidental.

2. "I don't kill Boren, but Boren died because of me." From "Book of Jin".

3. "Anyone can become vicious, as long as you have tried what is jealousy." From Wong Kar Wai's "Evil and Poisonous".

4. I feel that such a big event in Baima Temple is a bug that no one knows... What should I do?Just let Luohuilou control the public opinion and buy off the government.